The Forsaken Path

The Descent Begins

Ethan took a step forward, and the Rift swallowed him whole.

A rush of cold seared through his body, a sensation unlike anything he had felt before—not like stepping into water, not like falling, but something in between. A feeling of being pulled apart and reassembled, stretched thin, weightless, yet unbearably heavy.

The moment his boots left solid ground, the world ceased to exist.

Darkness surged in, but it was not empty. It moved, breathing as though it were alive. Tendrils of shadow slithered through the void, curling around his limbs before vanishing like mist.

Then, the whispers began.

They came from everywhere and nowhere at once—faint voices threading through the abyss, speaking in a language he did not know but somehow understood.

"He has come."

"It was always meant to be."

"The Forsaken One walks the path."